For those who don't know, Rendezvous at the Populaire and I Will Find the Answer are the first two novels in my five book Holmes series. Jack of All Trades is the third one. The fourth, I'm rethinking the title for, but it's Holmes and Van Helsing pairing up to face off against Dracula and Moriarty. (Don't worry, Watson fans, yes, he is in this one!) And the fifth is called Finding Camelot and features Erik bringing three Americans to Holmes's attention, one of whom believes that Camelot, Excalibur, and the King Arthur legend were all real.
In addition to those, I've come up with three Holmes short stories I'm gonna see about publishing through MX in one volume. It'll depend on how long they wind up being. I may have to wait till a couple more ideas come to me.
After that, I have an interesting novel idea. This one's going to be a stand alone. It starts out with a girl in the present time, up at Niagara Falls. She's about to commit suicide because, while only in her late twenties, her life has gone to complete Hell. She's thinking about her pathetic suicide note, written on a post it, stuck to her apartment's fridge, and how that seems to epitomize her life. Even when she's going to kill herself, her life has amounted to nothing more important than a square piece of paper on the fridge that no one would ever actually notice.
But then she thinks except for one person. He'd notice. He'd realize what kind of living Hell she was in. And he'd be there for her.
The girl's last thought as she goes to step off the waterfall and be splintered to bony bits on the rocks below is, 'This is it. This is the end.'
Next, it goes to Holmes, fighting Moriarty at Reichenbach Falls. As they go over the edge, Holmes thinks to himself, 'This is it. This is the end.'
And with those same thoughts penetrating both their minds, Sherlock Holmes finds himself disappearing from Moriarty's grasp, experiencing the feeling of nothingness for a brief second, and then smashing into a girl at the edge of a waterfall and both of them falling backwards to safety.
Yes, Sherlock Holmes is transported to modern times. And he hates it. He has no idea what happened, how it happened, or how he gets back. The girl brings the disoriented Holmes back to her apartment and when he fully wakes up and isn't dazed, she asks him who he is. Of course, he replies Sherlock Holmes. She doesn't believe him. Figures he's just some actor, or some weird role playing guy who gets really into his costume or something. She starts getting annoyed, though, when he just doesn't give up. I mean, who does this guy think he is? Insisting he's the greatest FICTIONAL detective, the one who NEVER LIVED?
Soon enough, she takes him to meet her therapist/psychiatrist who diagnoses him as being bi-polar and delusional and gives them prescriptions for him to take. These really screw with his head, and he throws the medicine out, saying if she wants to drug him, he'd rather a seven percent solution.
As the novel progresses, Holmes finds himself succumbing -- much to his horror -- to the language and actions/reactions of people in this age, and our female lead begins -- much to her confusion -- to act all the more Victorian.
Don't worry, I haven't given away anything of the actual plot. There will be a mystery to solve, and once Holmes realizes he's succumbing to the influences of the modern world, in language, dress, etc., he makes a point of carrying around the Canon, because he begins to feel that's his only tie to his own world, and his best way to remain true to himself.
I can't wait to write that one. :)
I'd love feedback on the idea. Let me know what you think, please?